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Last month, I seemed to have fewer dreams than usual. Was it because of all the con travel, which included StokerCon and Balticon? Or because I spent more time writing and less time sleeping? Whatever the reason, in May I recorded fewer dreams than during any month since I began sharing them with you on Twitter back in 2009.
Which may also explain why it’s taken me this deep in June to harvest them for you.
In any case, last month I dreamt of Gary Gilmore, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Helen Mirren, Bill Gaines, and more.
I dreamt I was at @Readercon, and saw Paul Di Filippo and Barry Malzberg in the distance … but I spent most of my time with Helen Mirren.
I dreamt the U.S. Army recruited me to train a large, colorful South American parrot as a weapon of war … but we bonded … and rebelled.
I dreamt I was with @Nalo_Hopkinson, in her library, surrounded by her books and awards, collaborating on a menu for a huge feast.
I dreamt I was John Candy involved in a car chase through the streets of Los Angeles … but I woke before I caught whoever I was chasing.
I dreamt I returned to my room after a long day at a convention, popped open a bottle of champagne, and sang Sondheim’s “Ladies Who Lunch.”
I dreamt I was running from coast to coast across the U.S. without a break, constantly in motion with no rest or sleep. I was doing it, too!
I dreamt @Lin_Manuel was thinking of adapting a story of mine about space gorillas into a musical and I was anxiously awaiting his decision.
I dreamt I worked for NASA and missed something big in my mother’s life because I was in space. We were interviewed on TV when I returned.
I dream it was NOW and I was writing a comics script in which Archie Andrews teamed up with Lenny Bruce to go on a wild road trip.
I dreamt it was the ’70s, and I was in the Marvel Bullpen writing word balloons for an issue of the X-Men over art drawn by Barry Smith.
I dreamt I showed up at @NextRestaurant with a huge wedding party, and they were able to seat us spontaneously. THAT’S an impossible dream!
I dreamt I was walking with Al Feldstein when we spotted Bill Gaines. I asked Al if I could get a photo of them together — but he refused!
I dreamt I helped @TimPratt clear out his house because of an approaching fire, and as flames neared, I suddenly paused to make egg salad.
I dreamt I was visiting friends who lived next to a chemical plant when a poison cloud leaked, so we hid in the basement. Where I wrote.
I had a complex dream in which Gary Gilmore was campaigning for Donald Trump … but remember little more than that. (And I should be glad.)
I dreamt @John_Clute showed me a beautiful new book by @Liz_Hand which included woodcut frontispiece art and a blurb by Galway Kinnell.